I grew up workin` on a farm, way down South
I went to school against my will, way down South
I kissed girls and I shot squirrels out behind my house
I learned a lot about this world, way down South
I went to church, sang a lot of hymns, way down South
I learned to work on my pickup truck, way down South
I played my guitar under the stars, out behind our house
You will always find my heart, way down South
Clothes on a clothes line, hangin` in the sunshine
A garden growin` in the ground
Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol` sound
People drivin` pass when I`m cuttin` grass
Wavin` at every single one
That`s the way it`s done when you come from, way down South
Way down South
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Swimmin` in the creek with all my friends, way down South
Prayin` them days would never end, way down South
Give me a worm and a fishin` pole, I`ll pull a fish on out
Those memories will never get old, way down South
Clothes on a clothes line, hangin` in the sunshine
A garden growin` in the ground
Country music on the radio, talk about a good ol` sound
People drivin` pass when I`m cuttin` grass
Wavin` at every single one
That`s the way it`s done when you come from, way down South
That`s the way it`s done when you come from, way down South
Way down South, way down South
Mmmmmmm....
Yeah, way on down
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